On May 19 I headed from Tallahassee to Fort Myers, a six-hour drive. When I made it to town around 10 p.m.-- CRASH!!! I was in a head-on collision. My car totaled, my body in tact. I;m not a theologian, but I at least know the warranty on prayer lasts at least six hours.
By Wednesday of that week, I finally got my rent-a-car. And as I drove from the hospital home, I was pulled over by the cops. According to them, I "looked like someone." They asked for my ID, and asked me if I had any brothers with the last name Isaac. When they were assured I was the person I was and not the other guy, they told me “stay out of trouble and have a nice day." Thursday May 22: My first day of work. I met all the editors, sat through meetings and was given two stories. The first was about the high gas prices and how they would affect Memorial Day traveling and summer plans. When I picked up the paper Saturday, my story was the A1 centerpiece.
An eventful week. Which I took as a sign that my summer was going to be a memorable one. Oh yeah -- that Saturday, I went to the beach for the first time. Ever.
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